Murdered but not dead
Contributed by
krisseee
on
Wednesday, 2nd June 2004 @ 09:18:42 AM in AEST
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from the day John the Baptist blessed me in the river,
I was constantly aware of the message i was to deliver,
but delivering that message, i was heavily criticised,
not least of all by the gentiles, but also the circumcised,
they called me a liar, a fake, a fraud,
it simply wasn't feasible that the man who was my father, was also the man who was their lord.
The Romans needed me gone, i was undermining their reign,
i was stirring up the masses, i simply couldn't remain.
It wasn't long before they got their wish, for pieces of silver i was betrayed,
the Romans had their trophy, my body upon the cross crudely displayed.
Nails were hammered into my ankles, and deep into my wrists,
the crowd looked on in anger, by Mary Magdalene i was softly kissed.
For the moment pain and suffering had overtaken me
as i screamed at the top of my voice "Father, why hast thou forsaken me?"
My body died that day, died for the sins of mankind,
my body may have been disposable, but they couldn't destroy my mind.
Two Thousand years have passed since then, my message is still being spread,
sure, i may have been murdered that day, but just as sure, I'm not dead.
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